Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get what you want -- no object
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo come here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo made of glass nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
(Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who to get you? None. They want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny

it
Scriptures hit the like sawed off shotties
my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shit shot
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the
in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still dues
And the last one is death, to the essence
With that shit you stressin, this rap
Now peep Tical, the son of the
plus my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou

goes for niggaz who know
Wu will grow llello, ley no
coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch
Stay cool papi, seize it with shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin
Silks Wally-Wear rolled chain yeah
beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby

Solid gold is shinin
gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the with silver linings
Double breasted, proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus
stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone
How you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand two shots of penicillin
goes up your son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin who like followin
Trapped inside projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Master Killer

God steppin upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under
So I to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the
I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's
My wisdom fucks up your
are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind side of the pack, pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a
Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath
only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, velocity
My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, best become novels
The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams
Early british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta
Remember them kids that off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal
Them flower heads must have been
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up

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